I finally got a
hold of Min today, this girl I went to camp with these past few
summers. She's really nice, unlike the rest of the world. To
everyone outside of the private school realm, I'm a freak. Well,
not anymore. Two words: public education. Where innocence is thrown
out the window and sex is merely a sport. Actually, sex is only a
sport if you make it that way. Otherwise it's just an action that
follows making-out. Very logistical. There is only you to blame if
you get pregnant, unless you're raped of course. Then again if you
think like my grandma, it's still your fault anyway because she
believes that some girls are just waiting to be raped. She thinks
everyone raped is typically a slut prior to being raped, you know
short shorts and cleavage to the max.

This is the
grandma who also swears she's not racists, but looks down on anyone
who is not A) White, B) Straight, or C) From the South. That whole
confederacy thing is in her genes I guess, which I find incredibly
odd. My grandfather was Mexican and then her new husband, the one
that has lasted longer than four years unlike the rest of them, is
from some country in Asia. It's also weird how she "just knew" my
parents were going to get divorced.

I read somewhere
in a book that kids with divorced parents are more likely to get
divorced themselves later on in life. What a great future I have
lying ahead of me, no? That's just another reason for me to give up
on this whole obsessing over love thing. I have never been in love,
but I'm just about as fascinated with it as I am with World War II.
Everyone asks me why I actually enjoy learning about Hitler
and how he murdered six million Jews. I just turn around and ask
them, why does anyone actually enjoy falling in love? I get
alot of "Well, I don't know." or "Because it's the greatest
thing there is." Yeah right. You get hurt just the same, people
have killed themselves over love just like Hitler killed himself.
Have you not heard of Romeo and Juliet?

I bet they
would've divorced after only a year. It would've given them
enough time to figure out who snores and just how annoying they are
in the morning. If they had lived, it just wouldn't have been
Shakespeare now would it? He might have actually had to write in some
obnoxious habits. No, the characters had to be star-crossed lovers in
the mix of a horrible family dispute. Plus, the girl just had to be
pretty.

How come only
pretty girls get to lead interesting lives? What was Cinderella? This
beautiful servant girl who met a prince and married him the next day.
Snow White had lips as red as rose and translucent skin. She ate a
poisoned apple like the idiot she was, but kissed her prince in the
end anyways. Then, of course, they all lived happily ever after.

That is complete
bogus. I want to know what really happened to them. How many kids
they had? How long did it take for their Prince Charmings to have an
affair? There is no such thing as happily ever after among the
beautiful marrying the beautiful, there's only lust in that. What
about when your seventy, fat, and ugly? It's too late for a divorce
now, Buddy. You're trapped!

I can't
believe I even thought I was in love with Seb. I told you, that
obsession with love thing does not work for me. I get all
these ideas in my head from movies and books, mainly books, and start
believing that fairytales really do come true. Well, they don't. I
didn't realize that until Seb came along, I became temporarily
insane, and went home in the end crying because I was too afraid to
tell him how I felt. That was a pointless mess that will never happen
again. I've already made a pact with myself. This time I'm
keeping to it.

Love,

Emma

A/N:

I'm so scared of
people not liking this. So if you do read it I beg for reviews!

blows a kiss

Jose can you
see?

I don't know.
Just felt like saying that.

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